"Uncle Bai?" The old bustard also noticed Uncle Bai's existence, and secretly said something bad in his heart.

But when Uncle Bai saw the bloody scene in the house, he was not as surprised and panicked as we imagined, but his face was surprisingly calm. Maybe as a corpse digger, he has seen too many corpses, after all, the corpses salvaged from the underground of the Yellow River are either rotten and edematous or have been eaten by fish and insects for several corners, and horror and disgusting may have long been commonplace.

"Uncle Bai?" I tried to scream too. At this point, we are worried that he will have a misunderstanding.

Uncle Bai looked up at us, still with a calm face, and after a long time, he said: "The blood is dripping from the cracks in the floor, and I came up after I found it, and then I heard your conversation, and I heard it." ”

It turned out that Uncle Bai had been staying outside the door just now to listen to our conversation, and it seemed that he had a clear idea of what was going on.

Uncle Bai set his eyes on Wu Fugui's corpse, although the corpse's face was already bloody and blurred, but from the dress above, I could still judge who this person was, from Uncle Bai's eyes, I seemed to see a kind of gloom inside.

Uncle Bai's calmness made us all feel puzzled, and he didn't seem to be too surprised in the face of this matter, and even a little cold.

At this moment, Uncle Bai suddenly turned around and said to us, "Come with me, I'll take you somewhere." With that, he walked towards the door without looking back.

The bustard and I looked at each other, not knowing the purpose of Uncle Bai's actions, nor where he wanted to take us. I was about to ask, but Tang Haitang stopped me, she glanced at the two of us and said to follow and have a look.

So we didn't speak, and silently followed Uncle Bai.

After Uncle Bai went down the stairs, he took a kerosene lamp, wrapped it in a horse coat, and went out of the gate. He's going to take the three of us somewhere. The outside was very dark, and the light from a kerosene lamp was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, enough to illuminate the road ahead of us. Uncle Bai led the way silently in front, and we followed behind.

We were curious, and Uncle Bai seemed to have something to tell us.

"Uncle Bai." The old bustard finally couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking us?" ”

Uncle Bai's footsteps did not stop, he still carried the kerosene lamp and continued to walk. It was only after hearing the words that he exhaled a long breath, and I saw the white heat wafting from his face, and then he replied; "Do you remember the legend of the village?"

"Legends? The legend of the river demon? ”

"Yes. It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a river demon living under the Yellow River, and the tribal leader cut off the face of the slave and threw it into the river in order to seek the wind and rain, so as to sacrifice this river demon. Uncle Bai repeated the legend again, and after finishing speaking, he paused, exhaled again, and then continued: "What I took you to is this place of sacrifice. ”

"Place?"

"A huge stone platform standing on the water of the Yellow River"

"But the riverbed of the Yellow River has been getting too high over the years, and the water level has changed, and the place of sacrifice hundreds of years ago may have been difficult to use in the sea, so I'm afraid it no longer exists, right?" The old bustard questioned.

"You're wrong, Outlander." Uncle Bai said, "This sacrificial stone platform has always existed, no matter whether the water rises or floods, the water level of the Yellow River will never be able to submerge this stone, it seems that this stone platform is floating in that place, hundreds of years, not sinking or floating, standing there unchanged." ”

We were amazed when we heard this, and we knew in our hearts that this stone platform was by no means simple.

By this time, we had already left the village, and although there was no wind outside, the temperature of the air was very low, and the air flow seemed to have frozen, making people feel very cold.

I asked Uncle Bai, "How do you know?" ”

He said: "I am a corpse digger, and I have been there for many years, how can I not know. The reason why I brought you here tonight is because I think that there may be the answer you want in that place. As he spoke, he rubbed his old cold leg with his hand, "Because the location where Wu Fugui found the Yellow River floating coffin is near that stone platform." ”

I was a little surprised. When I heard Uncle Bai talk about that stone platform, I thought it was very wonderful, and the Yellow River floating coffin was found near it, maybe there was a secret we wanted to know on that stone platform.

At this time, we were getting closer and closer to the Yellow River, and at the same time, the air currents around us began to thaw, and more and more air currents began to surge, mixed with the mud and moisture brought up from the bottom of the Yellow River, and the wet water came to my face, so that I couldn't help but shiver.

I don't know why, I suddenly inexplicably felt a sense of oppression in my heart, the closer I got to the Yellow River, the stronger this sense of oppression became, pressing my heart to panic. It was as if the river demon living under the Yellow River had quietly woken up and watched my arrival in the night.

Slowly, the appearance of the Yellow River slowly became clear in my field of vision. At this time, the water of the Yellow River was not as described in the poem, "surging like thousands of arrows, like a loose horse, like thousands of roaring tigers and leopards", but flowing relatively gently, with an empty wind, like the sound of a horn on the battlefield, rushing to the face.

The moonlight overhead shone on the water, like the stars and the moon all falling into it, surging along the majestic river, sparkling and shining. The feeling of shaking my heart, even after all these years, still reverberates in my ears.

Not far from the shore, we saw a shed made of wooden frames and torn tarpaulin, and a dilapidated wooden boat was displayed in it, which should be the place where Uncle Bai used to be a corpse salvage.

Uncle Bai took us into the shed, and although there were more holes in the tarpaulin, it was at least not as cold as outside. Uncle Bai did not enter the shed, but stood on the bank outside, stared at the river surging not far in front of him, pointed to a direction in the distance, and said, "That stone platform is in this direction, about a kilometer away." There may be something you want to know above. ”

The old bustard also walked out at this time, looked at the edge of the Yellow River in the distance, and asked Uncle Bai, "Do you have any boatmen in your village?" We wanted to find someone who could sail a boat to take us across the river to see there. ”

Uncle Bai: "Yes, but I guess we have to wait, and it will be a few days before the boatman will go down to the river." ”

At this time, the old bustard suddenly turned his face to Uncle Bai, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Aren't you a corpse digger?" It should be able to sail a boat, right? ”

Uncle Bai turned his head to look at the old bustard and frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

"You take us down the river to the stone platform."